Brigham Young and Mormondom. We take the following from a letter of Mr. Bowles to the Springfield Republican: BRIGHAM ON HIS TRAVELS. When President Young goes on a journey through the territory, on private or public business, he takes a considerable retinue with him, and al-ways a wife and barber. The former is more his servant than his companion in such cases, however. His household is said to be admirably managed. A son-in-law acts as commissary; the wives have nothing to do with the table or its supply; and whenever they want new clothes or pocket-money, they must go to this chief of staff or head of the family bureau. Considering his opportunities, the head of the Church of Latter Day Saints has made a rather sorry selection of women on the score of beauty. The oldest or first is a matronly-looking old lady, serene and sober; the youngest and pres-ent pet, who was obtained, they say, after much seeking, is comely but common looking, despite the extra millinery in which she alone of the entire family indulges. The second president and favorite prophet of the church, Heber Kimball, who in church and theater keeps the cold from his bare head and the divine inflatus in by throwing a red bandanna handkerchief over it, is even less fortu-nate in the beauty of his wives; it is rather an im- position upon the word beauty, indeed, to suggest it in their presence. Handsome women and girls, in fact, are scarce among the Mormons of Salt Lake—the fewer Gentiles can show many more of them. BRIGHAM'S CHILDREN. Brigham Young's younger children, as seen in his school, to which we were admitted, look spright-ly and bright and handsome; and some of his grown-up daughters are comely and clever; but his older sons give no sign of their father's smart-ness. The oldest, Brigham, Jr., is mainly distin-guished for his size and strength—he weighs two to three hundred pounds, and is muscular in pro-portion. He has now taken one of his wives and gone to England with her on business for the church. The next son, John, is a poor and puny looking fellow, with several wives and an inordi-nate love for whisky. Brigham's dynasty will die with himself. There is no more love lost between the soldiers and the Indians. The "boys in blue" regard both as their natural enemies, and the enemies of order and the Government; and the feeling is cordially reciprocated. There is a provost-guard of soldiers in Salt Lake City, but the rent of the building which it occupies is about expiring, and according to a Mormon way of getting rid of an uncomfort-able presence, none other is now to be had in its place. Every building, singularly, happens to be occupied or engaged just now; and the Mormons have evidently hoped to thus drive all these stand-ing menaces, and seducers of their women, as they add the soldiers all are, out of town and into the camp, two miles distant. FALSE STATEMENTS CONCERNING MORMONS. One of the "institutions" of Mormondom is Peter Rockwell, the accredited leader of the Danites or "Avenging Angels" of the church. We were pre-sented to him, and were invited to eat strawberries and cream at his "ranch," but our engagements did not permit accepting and partaking. Though given to heavy whisky-drinking of late years, he is as mild a mannered man as ever scuttled ship or mur-dered crews; and I really do not think that any anxiety for our lives entered into our declination of his hospitality, inexplainable as it may seem, that for any less reason we should have omitted any op-portunity at strawberries. There is a difference of opinion even among the Gentiles as to his real share in the mysterious and terrible takings off of parties in bad odor with the saints of the church; though unlettered, he is strong-minded and strong-hearted, and unless under the influence of a shock-ing fanaticism, I can hardly believe from his appear-ance and manners, he could be guilty of such crimes as are laid at his door by the more implacable and suspicious of the Gentile residents. I should not be willing, however, to see Mr. Fitzhugh Ludlow fall in his way again; there might not be murder; but the author of the largely imaginative articles in the Atlantic Monthly on this Western journey would certainly feel the sharp vengeance of the injured and irate avenger. Mr. Ludlow tells the worst stories about Rockwell, such as that he had committed about fifty murders for the church, and as many more on private ac-count, as if accepted, proved facts, at the same time that he acknowledged being his guest, and availing himself of his courtesies to see the country. Mr. Ludlow has not left a very savory reputation in all this country—he not only has drawn a very lone bow in his published sketches, but he has been careless and wanton in his treatment of individuals and important interests. He traveled overland with Jr. Bierstadt, the artist, and there is a very marked contrast in the opinions of them by the people they met on the route.
